Chapter 102 Listening to Chaoting Cao discussing military and political affairs, the old worshiper cleverly counts marriage
Xiao Shutong said with a bitter face: “Then I will not be a monk anymore.”
The old man smiled and touched Xiao Shutong’s head.
Shutong looked up and asked, “Grandpa, the King of Northern Liang came to our Imperial Heavenly Prison during the day. Why are everyone else afraid of death? I am not afraid.”
The old supervisor stood up and said, “It’s good not to be afraid. OK, okay, I’ve been lazy enough. We two should go back to do things. When we finish revising this new calendar, I should close our eyes too. If the monk in white robbed the first, it would be another incalculable disaster. Fortunately, I, the old man and I are dying, have the help of your little bookcase. Haha, I guess I can’t be reincarnated in the next life, and this is the life that reveals the secret of heaven.”
Xiao Shutong looked sad.
Nan Huaiyu squinted his eyes with some difficulty, turned his head to look at Beiliang, pointed, and said softly, “Little Bookcase, after I die, I will rely on you to suppress that giant python.”
There are two large clusters of bonfires, and several entourages with unusual identities, plus “female relatives” such as Yu Youwei and Jiang Ni occupy one cluster; the Feng character camp surrounded the other cluster, and the two were far apart, which was a very obedient to avoid suspicion. Even if Pei Nanwei was in trouble, he still tried his best to maintain the dignified posture of Princess Jing’an. When she was idle, she paid attention to the movements of the phoenix camp. She could see the light cavalry who took turns to serve the night, in an orderly manner. After the war, both generals were seriously injured, but neither the general nor the soldiers had a look of depressed look on their faces. Judging from their mouth shape, they seemed to be talking about the prince, all of whom were full of spirits.
The more the Feng-Camp is so united, the less comfortable Princess Pei becomes. The original intention of escaping from the cage is gradually cold, and she is so depressed that she is going to clean the stairs and prisoners who are going to clean the carriage. How can Pei Nanwei, the only princess of Jing’an in Qingzhou, be disappointed. She reaches to the fire and warms a little. Looking at the left side of her side, there is a plump beauty holding a white cat, accompanying her to find the pool together. With just a few chats on the road, she knows that her conversation is good. The young woman with a strange identity on the right is really awesome. Pei Nanwei, as a peerless beauty named Rouge, still dare not say that she will be able to beat this woman in a few years. It is said that she is a maid, but she doesn’t look like her. How could she be a maid who is angry and confronts the prince of the Northern Liang? But if she is a lady from a noble family, it is not right. Those rough hands that are not as white jade-decorated as fat are obviously children from poor families. This Beiliang is indeed full of strange people, unable to guess thoroughly or understand.
Pei Nanwei couldn’t help but look in the direction where His Royal Highness the Crown Prince disappeared. What is this inglorious bastard doing?
Prince’s Mansion in Beiliang, Tingchao Pavilion.
That night, the white fox with unparalleled swords on his waist climbed to the third floor.
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the snoring sounds loudly in the small thatched hut at the foot of the mountain in the dark side of the Liangchan Temple, but it is the movement caused by a young woman with a poor appearance in such an indecent sleeping position. She has big hands and feet, occupyingAfter most of the bed, he turned around domineeringly and accidentally kicked the middle-aged bald monk beside him off the bed board. The poor monk sat on the ground in a daze for a while, got up and put on a plain white robe, and walked out of the house. Two small rooms were separated by wooden boards next door. The monk in white tiptoed to his daughter’s room and covered her with a blanket. The girl’s sleeping look was exactly the same as her mother, restless. When I came to my apprentice’s house again, I saw that this little fool had a good dream. I guess I dreamed of going crazy with things, and I was just smiling. The small and shabby house was neat and clean, and the shoes and socks of the two women in the house were always thrown around from all over the world. This is stupid and different. Any decorations are always meticulous, just like he preached to monks of the Hui generation in the temple.
The monk in white walked out of the hut alone and came to the Thousand Buddha Hall. The walls are painted with Vajra Arhat boxing, lifelike, potholes on the ground, with a total of 108 small footprints. It is rumored in the world that this is the most powerful magical power of subduing demons in the two Zen temples. If anyone can face the wall and observe the boxing, and walk the right 108 steps, he can firmly rank among the top three martial arts in the world. The reason why this temple is called the Thousand Buddha Hall is because the two Zen temples carve Buddhas every year, and so far there are thousands of Buddha statues. The monks in white are both this generation of monument guardians and this generation of statue monks in Thousand Buddha Hall. Standing at the gate of the palace, you can see that all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the ten directions are similar, and the three-sided boxing score is more spectacular and magnificent. The first ancestor of Liangzhan Temple once left the Buddha’s words, and anyone who enters the hall, who sees, hears, and knows, will obtain the seeds of Bodhi liberation.
A couplet is hung in the hall: It has been three thousand years since the lotus was born step by step, and the main hall is reshaped to offer the arhats. After 81 difficulties, I wish to help all the students to preach the Lotus Sutra.
But since the monk in white returned to Tai’an City from the extreme west, he returned to the two Zen Temples, he only carved a statue of an Arhat. That year, he just led the young monk Bennan to the mountains.
The monk in white looked up at the statue of Thousand Buddhas filled with moonlight after opening the door and sighed.
The little monk Wu Nanbei appeared behind the monk in white and said worriedly, “Master, Master, Master’s wife will go down the mountain again tomorrow.”
The monk in white accepted his fate and said, “Go, go, there are not a few copper coins left in the bowl anyway.”
The old-fashioned monk in white sighed, “After going down the mountain a few times, I will only pick the expensive ones when I pick the powder with my master’s wife. What should I do in the future?”
“Why are you awake?”
“Just dreaming of holding hands with me, but she knocked me on a chestnut and woke up. Alas, hey! Master, why are you beat me?”
“What else do you do besides holding hands”
“No, just hold hands, what else can you do”
“There are no monks who don’t lie. There are so many Bodhisattvas and Arhats in the Thousand Buddha Hall watching you!”
“Uh, in addition to holding hands, I also told the thing that I like her…”
“No wonder I’m going to be beaten.”
“Master, the old abbot said that you are the third arhat, the reincarnation of the pure arhat. The Buddhist scriptures say that this Bodhisattva has no delusions and troubles. Why are you always told by the master’s wife to the things that have a bitter face? “
“The great abbot also said that you are the last disciple of the Buddha, Venerable Subadra. He received the Bodhisattva fruit when the Buddha was about to enter Nirvana. He heard it very powerfully. He never saw you wise, knowledgeable, and eloquent. He said that there were only four people in the temple and the mountain. He said that we had only four people in the hut, who would you ever quarrel? “
“Oh, the old abbot likes to say good things to everyone, and there is nothing to be happy about being praised.”
“Master, why do you teach me to play chess?”
“Why do you want to learn chess?”
“The things are at the foot of the mountain and I beg my master’s wife to buy two boxes of chess pieces, but my master’s wife can’t play them. If you can’t play them, you can only play them with me.”
“My daughter is the smartest in the world, but she is really not so amazing in her chess. Maybe she can’t play you. Then the master’s copper coins will be wasted.”
“It’s okay, I’ll let her.”
“Idiot! How many games can you give you to the chess?”
“It’s all my life. Anyway, I’ll just wait until I cultivate the relics. It’s not a few decades.”
“Okay, Master hasn’t touched the chess pieces for some years. You go and bring the chess box.”
“Now, how dare I go to the room? I won’t be beaten to death. I dare not run away. If I run to the monument like before, I can’t find the things, what if my master’s wife only serves half a bowl when she serves the rice.”
“Where is the Tao, even if I go there, I don’t understand this principle, why do I still practice Buddhism?”
“Master, isn’t this a warning quote from the Confucian saints at the foot of the mountain?”
“Is this true?”
“Ah, I always heard the abbots in the temple say that you were very good at preaching on the Lotus Platform once a decade ago. Even those scholars and Hongru and Taoist sects admired it. It seems that they were bragging. Master, you gave them a copper coin in private.”
“Fuck! Isn’t your master’s private money staring at your master’s wife?”
“The pottery basin under the stone tablet of “Twenty-Fourth Rating of Dragon Gate” behind the house was not buried by me two days ago?”
“Ha, north and south, the moonlight is good today. You are waiting here, Master will go get the chess box.”
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